Part 2 (2/2)
”You don't knohat the ”We're Here's” worth Your dad it it? Dad sez loonies can't shake out a straight yarn Go ahead”
”In gold-s, West”
”I've read o' that kind o' business Out West, too? Does he go around with a pistol on a trick-pony, same ez the circus? They call that the Wild West, and I've heard that their spurs an' bridles was solid silver”
”You are a chump!” said Harvey, amused in spite of himself ”My father hasn't any use for ponies When he wants to ride he takes his car”
”Haow? Lobster-car?”
”No His own private car, of course You've seen a private car some time in your life?”
”Slatin Beeman he hez one,” said Dan, cautiously ”I saw her at the Union Depot in Boston, with three niggers hoggin' her run” (Danthe s) ”But Slatin Bee Island, they say; an' they say he's bought 'baout ha'af Noo Hampshi+re an' run a line-fence around her, an' filled her up with lions an' tigers an' bears an' buffalo an' crocodiles an' such all Slatin Beeman he's a millionaire I've seen his car Yes?”
”Well, my father's what they call a multi-millionaire; and he has two private cars One's named for me, the 'Harvey,' and one for my mother, the 'Constance'”
”Hold on,” said Dan ”Dad don't ever let o ahead, I want you to say hope you ”
”Of course,” said Harvey
”Thet ain't 'nuff Say, 'Hope I ht here,” said Harvey, ”if every word I've spoken isn't the cold truth”
”Hundred an' thirty-four dollars an' all?” said Dan ”I heard ye talkin' to dad, an' I ha'af looked you'd be swallered up, same's Jonah”
Harvey protested hi his own lines, and ten --much Besides, he had bound himself by the most terrible oath known to boyhood, and yet he sat, alive, with a red-ended nose, in the scuppers, recounting marvels upon marvels
”Gosh!+” said Dan at last, from the very bottom of his soul, when Harvey had corin of ht overspread his broad face ”I believe you, Harvey Dad's made a mistake fer once in his life”
”He has, sure,” said Harvey, as h Dad jest hates to be h ”Oh, Harvey, don't you spile the catch by lettin' on”
”I don't want to be knocked down again I'll get even with hiot even with dad But he'd knock ye down again sure The old-mines and pistols--”
”I never said a word about pistols,” Harvey cut in, for he was on his oath
”Thet's so; no more you did Two private cars, then, one named fer you an' one fer her; an' two hundred dollars a month pocket-money, all knocked into the scuppers fer not workin' fer ten an' a ha'af a month!
It's the top haul o' the season” He exploded with noiseless chuckles
”Then I was right? ”said Harvey, who thought he had found a sy! You take right hold an'
pitch in 'longside o' me, or you'll catch it, an' I'll catch it fer backin' you up Dad always gives me double helps 'cause I'm his son, an' he hates favourin' folk 'Guess you're kinder hty jest man; all the fleet says so”
”Looks like justice, this, don't it?” Harvey pointed to his outraged nose